A loud stone-crack noise traveled across the clearing with overwhelming power. Light along with dust escaped from the base of the old sculpture while its green glimmering cracks formed living veins across the rock surface. Each step Serakha took forward resulted in the knots of her hands becoming more brilliant in illumination.
Both Lucian and Serakha proceeded until his sword rested on his side though he kept the weapon positioned by his side. His eyes remained on constant watch of the surrounding trees. A strange hush enveloped them when they entered the woods because the trees maintained a strange deafening silence.
"What is this?" Arden asked, his voice tight. "What's happening to the stone?"
A trembling Serakha whispered to herself that she thought the stone was opening. "Or awakening."
